So, as you know, I hate the Coastal Carolina Fair. The traffic is usually terrible and the place is usually packed. Plus, it is a huge drain on my bank account. All for what? So The Wife and Kids can ride some un-safe rides (in my opinion) or we can spend $100 to “win” a stuffed animal that will be lost within a month at the latest? No thanks. Not interested.
Friday night The Wife says to me, “How would you like to go to the Fair tomorrow with Rebecca and the boys?” I, of course, say “No”. Then she takes the low road and says, “Well Jeremy can’t go so Rebecca will probably need help with Ethan”. So Saturday a little after noon, we head out to the Fair. It’s not like there was anything on TV on a Saturday in November that would interest me (like, say, college football). I won’t say it was the worst day ever, because I got to spend a lot of time with Susie and Ethan while the other kids were riding all of the various rides… but it wasn’t an easy day. God, though, must have been smiling down on me because I did get to see (and say “Hey” to) former Clemson football Coach Danny Ford. He was there from 12-3 signing autographs and taking pictures and all that. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize he was there and just happened to walk into the area he was at after 3:00… so I just saw him on his way out. But, being the polite man that he is, he did say, “Hey, how ya doing?”… to which, being the child of the ‘80s who grew up watching/going to Clemson football games that I am, screamed, “HOLY SH!T SUSIE! LOOK, IT’S DANNY F’ING FORD!” I then pushed her out of the way because I didn’t want her distracting me from Coach Ford. At least, that’s what happened in my head. In real life I just smiled and said, “Hey Coach”. I would guess that had I stopped to talk to him, he would have stopped and talked to me. From what I hear, that’s the kind of guy he is. But I didn’t want to take up his time and, frankly, I was worried about what I might say. It would have probably been a bunch of “Do you remember that game when…?” or “My favorite Clemson players are _____, who are yours?”… stuff like that. Still, seeing him made me happy. So happy that I was able to make it the rest of the day without complaining one bit. We ended up leaving late that night (after 7pm). In “Dad-time”, we spent a good 17 hours at the Fair and that is time I am never going to get back. But I do have some pictures to share…
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